Sequel

So if anyone has been wondering who dunn it? Or why was there so much power before but now there's like none? Or what's up with the cat dog references?

You'll like this.

I liked the way it was going until that last bit. If you've ever had a cat and started scratching it's back and manage to hit that spot where you're almost near a place you aren't "supposed" to touch but are also right where it can't reach and where it wants you to scratch, that's the look Paw has on his face. There is a run on sentence, I think Rel's powers are growing stronger, or he's using them more without realising it.

Obviously Muan and Una did more than just have sex during those three days.

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Una was sitting on the floor, at the edge of the nest, with Paw sprawled in his lap, drinking from a cup. The immortal’s hand rubbed Paw’s back in a gesture that Rel found to be almost sexual. Almost. Una only meant it as a comfort though, Muan thought loudly as he passed Rel and headed into the bathroom, Una was like that.

Mari shuffled to the kitchen and went about making herself soup. She knew where everything was and even made enough for everyone. Mari poured the tomato soup into a cups, instead of bowls, and handed them out. Rel arched an eyebrow at the soup in a cup but made no comment about it. Or about how the acidity of the soup probably wouldn’t help settle Mari’s stomach.

When handed the cup for himself, Una sniffed it and sipped the red stuff. Smacking his lips as if wondering whether or not he liked it. The immortal shrugged before handing his own cup to Paw and taking the cup meant for Paw, for himself. Paw set his head on Una’s lap and let out a sound, apparently not interested in soup.

Una looked ruffled, but clean. His hair was still damp and he was dressed in a button up shirt that was two sizes too big and a pair of pants meant for Sidhe legs. His feet were bare and he looked like he had been relaxing, he looked like he had had a rough week and was finally able to relax.

Didn’t change the fact that the bastard had been having sex with Muan, touching Muan, for three days. Three days.

Rel sipped his soup and turned towards the plants. He had tried his best to maintain them. Had moved them about into better sunlight and watered a few of them. But they still didn’t look as healthy as they had been when Muan had been tending them.

“I find it odd. That you only show such jealousy when Muan is out of the room,” Una said, drawing Rel’s attention to him as he set the soup on the floor beside him.

Una picked up Paw’s soup instead and put it to the Sidhe’s lips, urging Paw to drink. Paw swallowed, likely more to keep Una from dumping the soup down his chin than for the sake of eating. Una made Paw drink the entire thing before he set the empty cup beside his own. The immortal’s hand shifted down Paw’s back, nails gazing over Paw’s shoulder blade and around until Paw let out a sound and pushed his shoulder up, into Una’s nails. Paw lifted his head just off of Una’s lap, eyes half closed and head turned towards the scratching fingers, not quite okay with the fingers, but not about to push away something that was getting that lovely little spot that he couldn’t reach himself.

Rel blinked at Paw, shocked, but focused on his soup. On his soup. Which was about the colour his face must have been.

“You have an odd view of the world, Lel.” Una muttered.

“Rel, my name is Rel.”

“To Rel, in Sidhe, is to do the worst thing possible,” Una responded, “Muan has called you Lel, as you have called him Muan. His true name is Mm, as was given to him at birth. The difference being, he allowed you to change his name, and thus him. You have taken the step that has nearly changed you, but you latch onto the name given to you like a babe to the teat.”

Rel huffed out, upset.

“Oh, don’t get like that. When people get like that, there’s really only way to make them see my way and I am not going to tumble with you in a bed.”

Rel’s lips twisted up in a snarl.

“Muan told me about your past,” Una responded as if Rel had spoken, as fear washed through Rel, “ah. A patient hand is needed for you, I see. Well. When the world comes down, there will be an open invitation to my troupe for you.”

“Patient hand?” Rel shivered as a hand pressed into the small of his back, as Muan stepped up beside him and smiled down at him. Rel jumped at the touch but Muan didn’t move the hand.

“It will take years to piece you back together. And if you were free…” Una glanced at Muan, then back to Rel, “I might even suggest that you were a bribe. But for what, I wonder.”

“A bribe?” Rel squeaked.

Muan reached around Rel and took his cup of soup.

“You, my darling, are very much to my tastes.”

“To your…”

“You are gorgeous, well taught,” with each compliment, Rel’s face went redder, his skin got hotter, “graceful, generous, intelligent, conserved, patient and you are highly sensitive. And that’s just what Muan ahs said about you.”

“What?”

“His words, translated, of course. Muan is absolutely infatuated with you. The other people hardly register as existing to him and the Sidhe are not interesting enough to be more than a breeder or a passing night.”

“You. He. He said that about me?”

“Mm,” Una’s lips twitched upward in the smallest of smiles as he began petting Paw’s head, “amongst other things. Like he seems to be obsessed with getting Mari to sit down, he thinks the woman paces far too much.”

Muan said something in Sidhe. Una responded with a laugh but Muan looked truly upset.

“He also wants me to tell you that your soul wounds and his, while of a different nature, go just as deep.”

“Except he’s trying to change.”

“He is ready and willing to change, yes. You are, it seems, willing, but not entirely ready to let go of your past. For Sidhe, it is easier to give up the past, their entire history is based on giving up the emotions attached to memories. Yes, those things happened to you, yes, they are terrible.”

“I’ve tried that before. I’ve tried going to anonymous abuse groups but everyone knew me.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Una muttered, “he will likely be raped by shadow daemon, shredded by banshies then pieced back together and sent into a new life knowing everything he’s done to deserve to be punished in such a manner.”

“I don’t think it does,” Rel said, focusing on Paw, to hide from his own pain. He cursed his own abilities even as he said, “why are you treating him like a dog.”

“A dog?” Una snapped, “don’t insult him, Paw is of the cat tribe. There are six tribes, each named after the animal they share attributes with. Cat, Dog,” Una motioned to Muan, “hawk and snake, otter and salmon. The otter and salmon tribes are so secretive that your people likely have not met many of them. They live in the waters most of the time. Hawk and snake. Snake live in caves, Hawk in the highest reaches of mountains, in old time trees where the oldest grove of old time trees is.”

“Oldest…”

“So old, so big that it is impossible to walk around one on foot. The leaves themselves blot out the sun and so the hawks live up in the top tips of the trees, where the branches are so high that people cannot go without dying of oxygen deprivation.”

“So the cats and dogs…”

“The cats manipulate the people, they control the people, much like the house cat. The dogs are loyal, despite being beaten and abused, misused, they return time and again. Cat was the first to claim Ayato’s bloodline to themselves. Now,” Una scratched behind Paw’s ear, “there is so little people blood left, again and again the Sidhe blood wins out. In a few more generations, the Sidhe will… be Sidhe again. Completely and utterly.”

“The Sidhe don’t have any power,” Mari muttered.

“I have trouble using my powers, with all your electricity running around me,” Una said calmly as Paw set his head back in the immortal’s lap and let out a small sigh.

“You. Have trouble.” Rel muttered.

“Yes,” Una said, “imagine, Rel, what you could do with your powers if you were in a blacked out city. Now you can bring down a crowd of thousands, rumble the ground and kill over a distance. If there were no electricity for miles around… you could take over the world. Become a god, even. Though I wouldn’t suggest becoming a god just yet, you carry too much of a burden on your shoulders.”

“I. Can kill?”

“How did you think your wife and her lover died?” Una asked, puzzled.


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